| 79 dollars to my name
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| Staying alive by the sound of yours
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| Just 79 miles out from your place
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| Hitching a ride
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| Oh you’ll see that I’ve changed for sure
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| That disguise is over
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| I can’t explain the hold up
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| My body’s in Pensacola
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| Mind’s in this gin and soda
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| You know, some places aren’t quite like you remember
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| 79 days since God sent her
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| She says, «Mistakes don’t make who we are»
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| But 79 less fuck ups in my book
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| Brings me to you, behind the wheel of a car
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| So it’s 79 lies that I’ll tell for
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| My seat in hell
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| All alone at the foot of this bar
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| That disguise is over
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| I can’t explain the hold up
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| My body’s in Pensacola
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| Mind’s in this gin and soda, but hey
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| That disguise is over
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| I can’t explain the hold up
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| My body’s in Pensacola
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| Mind’s in this gin and soda
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| You know, some places aren’t quite like you remember
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| Some faces here, yeah, they wear like pretenders
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| Some days this year, man, they feel never-ending
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| Some places aren’t quite like you remember |